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That Bitch-Goddess, Success

Did I mention this already?

Chances are:
I did, as I've only got so much in this brain of mine to share. Ah, here the nave writer ventures into the oft poeticized notion that there is some struggle between the intellectual life of the mind and the physical life of the body and soul. Anyway: Back in Vegas, after a long day of note-taking, hand-shaking, picture-snapping, nodding, smiling, and listening, I followed Jon Iverson to his hotel room where we picked up a couple of guitars and traded riffs.

As with most things, when it comes to playing guitar, I…

Bogus Science

A spotter's guide.

Snap, Crackle, Pop Stars

Back in my day, rock bands had integrity—they didn't sell their image to shill just any old product.

Via Jeff Wong.

Spiders Don't Spin

It turns out that dragline silk's molecular structure resists twisting. Having done a 400' free-fall rappel, I can assure you that we humans have not figured this one out yet—150' down from the roof of the cave, I was spinning like a dreidel and had to slow down and drop in controlled bursts.

Healing Laughter?

Apparently so. "Mirthful laughter diminishes the secretion of cortisol and epinephrine, while enhancing immune reactivity."

What's Music Good For?

Well, for one thing, "Music gives biologists fits." What an image.

A Crimson Bird Flying

Bottom of the 2nd, no score. Tom Glavine better gain some control. The walks are going to hurt.

Yesterday, on the sunny side of Orchard Street, not a single person walked alone. Every one was a part of two. Did you see? I watched as the couples strolled, arms and fingers tangled like ivy around a chain link fence. Like Isobel Cambpell's soft breath fluttering around Mark Lanegan's gentle grumble.

Top of the 4th, tied at one.

Do you wanna come walk with me?
Do you wanna come walk with me?

I'm not saying I love you, I won't say I'll be true…